The Coldness of Warmth
Cynthia posted this over at Farmbunnies and I added to it.
He couldn't help it. He knew it was silly, sitting there with tears freezing on his cheeks. However once he started thinking about it, he couldn't seem to get ahold of his feelings again. So much pain. So many friends no longer there to celebrate with them. His breath began to come in short, hiccup like bursts and he knew he was a hair's breath from a major panic attack. It wasn't until a strong arm wrapped around him from behind and a voice he knew as well as his own calmed him from one unsteady, shattered breath to the next.
"You're not alone. You'll never be alone again. I promise."
Me:
Harry turned looking up into the eyes of Jack Frost. Jack had been alone so long. The fact that he had helped save the Universe and had become a Guardian did not change things in the end.
The other Guardians began to reject him, for Jack was too cold, to childish, to anything that was not warm. He did not expect to find his soulmate, freezing in the cold on Christmas day, but he would not give up the boy who was his soulmate.
Harry sobbed and let Jack pull him close. It was strange that the cold seemed warm now, it was welcoming and Harry finally felt like he was home, safe, loved, wanted.
Christmas had always been a day he spent alone, grieving and feeling rejected. Now Lady Magick and Destiny had given him the one thing he had never had since his parents had been murdered by Voldemort.
They gave him unconditional love and peace.